The dead increase their invisible honey

Remember

Woke up with the conviction I could change things

Every dream’s a variation on the same theme

In the machine where blood money remains king

The gluttonous hold court and lick their plate clean

A song bird in a cage sings

To usher in a new dawn and the promise that the day brings

First thing’s first, fire up the ship

Equipped with the intravenous dark roast drip

My skull’s thick, I learned to turn lead to gold bricks

With skills to pay the phone bill and keep the stove lit

And roll with the brick roads twist

Quick to snatch Caiaphas off his pulpit where lost souls drift

Somethin’ tapped the glass of my fish bowl

And for a moment I could see it clear as crystal

We’re inchin’ toward the edge, check your head

Smell the coffee grinds, put the savior complex to bed

Woke up with the conviction I could change things

Every dream’s a variation on the same theme

In the machine where blood money remains king

The gluttonous hold court and lick their plate clean

I've finally been processed

They made me adjust to modern times

I'm cured of fantasy obsession, paranoid delusions

I master words

Blind man, lost man

Dyin’ on the cross man, revolutionary man

Self-righteous man pointin’ fingers at the next man

Madman runnin’ from an agent with a gun and badge somewhere in the badlands

Sacred hands shaped the world laid to waste

Tomorrow’s sacrificed for today’s paper chase

There’s flies on the drywall, closed circuit all-seeing eyeballs

Keepin’ close watch while the sky falls

The same snake that said “turn stones to bread”

Is workin’ ‘round the clock to mine the data in your head

Somethin’s gotta give

Bend, break or shift, take your pick

Watch ‘em sit and pull the wings off a seraphim for kicks

And build Babel Towers, to pass the hours

With high-tech tools at their fingertips like magic powers

Young grasshop' cast your mask off

Rocked to sleep by the men that fleece

A sheepfold of have-nots

Woke up with the conviction we could change things

Every dream’s a variation on the same theme

In the machine where blood money remains king

The gluttonous hold court and lick their plate clean

Cannibals eat America

You don’t forget the taste of human flesh

Are you quite sure that the tribe you’re talking about are cannibals?

We’re receiving signals loud and clear

The shadow was growing

They cut right to the ground, the shadow stayed whole

They laid boards on it, the shadow came out on top

They shown lights on it, the shadow got blacker, clearer

They looked the other way, it went on growing

It got into eyes, the eyes went blind

The ones that fell down, it grew over and they vanished

The shadow was not filled, it went on growing

There’s a world now where people are in a contest

Tryin’ to see who can get enough power to destroy the world first

It ain’t even fit for a fable but it’s a real story